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The Binding

Cords bound him
And burned the flesh
Imaginary in their substance
But eternal in their truth
Pulled tight by the honor
With which they were tied
They stood for justice
As the world was robbed
And held him witness
Until he shut his eyes
And withdrew the support of his soul
Helpless with his ultimate power
A plea—and the chords dug in
A tear—and they tightened more
Wisdom overruled emotion
And omniscience omnipotence
There was nothing to do
But wait
And know